We All Wake Up

Lost track of the moonlight.

Refracted off departing eyes,

I tossed and turned in glowing dreams,

sensing the staged drama

and knowing its ending.


Lost track of the timing

as an alarm forced slumber,

in siren tones ignored in gloom,

washed over in dull grey

ever magnified by an absence.


Lost track of you

When I called it my reason.

Found comfort in razor cave art

until each image echoed;

waves of sound bearing your name.

( ❤ Mitch)

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